Mercenaries and Adventurers

Knight Crowe withdrew his sword, clapped his hands and said, "Well, that's fine."

He turned around and saw that other people were looking at him, he waved impatiently, and the others continued to move.

Kiel quickly scraped the mud off the horse's hooves with a dagger, and then did the same for his own horse. He led the two horses to the place where others put the weeds and flowers that had been cleaned up, and removed the bit from their mouths to let the two guys pick and eat.

Knight Crowe's horse immediately occupied a large piece of weeds and began to enjoy it, while Kiel's horse only dared to stand aside, choosing what the horse didn't like to move its mouth.

Seeing that Kiel had nothing to do, Knight Crowe called Kiel over. He broke two branches from the trees on the roadside and threw one to Kiel, so that Kiel could use this thing to try to attack him.

Keel was eager to try, holding a branch in his hand, and spun around Knight Crowe.

However, Knight Crowe moved his feet on the spot calmly, no matter where Kiel turned, he always responded with a frontal response.

Seeing that he couldn't find any flaws from the calm knight's body turning, Keel moved quickly, dodged to the left side of Knight Crowe's body, and then stabbed with his 'sword'.

Unexpectedly, Knight Crowe just moved his left leg back half a step, and at the same time threw the branch in his right hand to his left hand. When Knight Crowe's left arm was hit by the branch of Kiel, Knight Crowe held the branch's left wrist lightly. With a flick, the 'sword' stabbed by Kiel was opened.

"Hurry up." Knight Crowe said relaxedly.

Kiel immediately took two steps back, and then quickly circled behind Knight Crowe. When Knight Crowe still turned around following Kiel's circle, Kiel directly lowered his body and ran to the right side of the knight in the opposite direction. The branch in his hand quickly lifted forward and upward from the side of his leg this time.

This time Kiel moved faster and struck more suddenly.

But Knight Crowe seemed to have expected it a long time ago. When Kiel first moved, he stepped on the spot with his left foot, but his whole body turned clockwise around the axis of his left foot and left leg.

This time, Keir faced the left side of Knight Crowe again, and the branch on his left hand.

Facing the sword raised by Kiel close to the ground, the knight directly hit the branch in his hand at Kiel's branch.

But the scene of the broken branch that Keel had expected did not appear. As soon as the two branches came into contact, Keel found that the branch in his hand was not stressed.

Knight Crowe attached the branch in his hand to Kiel's branch, and brought Kiel's raised 'sword' to hit the air. At this time, Knight Crowe turned his left wrist vigorously. The force was overwhelming, and the branch in Kiel's hand also turned.

But at this moment, Knight Crowe took half a step forward, and the branch in his hand seemed to be integrated with his whole body, and he also pushed towards Kiel with his strength.

Kiel stepped back and wanted to draw the 'sword', but he took a step back, and Knight Crowe followed suit, and as the two branches turned faster and faster, Kiel quickly lost control of the branches.

The end of the branch that was used as a hilt was whirling in his glove, and he could no longer hold the branch that was used as a weapon tightly. When Kiel tried to hold the branch tightly in his hand, the rapidly turning branch deformed and bent, which made Kiel wonder what to do for a while, should he grasp the weapon again?

If you hold it tightly, the branch in your hand is likely to be twisted from the middle, after all, it is just an ordinary branch.

If he let go and let the branch continue to spin out of control with the Crow Knight, Keel knew that he would soon lose.

But just when Kiel hesitated for a while, Knight Crowe suddenly paused, and lightly lifted the branch held in his left hand, and immediately, the branch that Kiel used as a weapon came out of Kiel's hand, Flew up and out.

"ah?"

Just when Kiel was stunned by this situation, Knight Crowe took another step forward, stretched his left arm forward, stretched the branch, and placed it gently next to Kiel's neck.

Slap.

Keel's branch fell aside at this moment.

"Keil, think about it. Think about the battle just now." Knight Crowe flipped the branch with his backhand, and then walked away.

Keel, on the other hand, stood on the spot, picked up the branch thrown by Knight Crowe, and began to think about the battle just now.

-

The guards and militiamen quickly lined up to clean up the area surrounded by the knights, and piled up the weeds, flowers, and shrubs that had been pulled out in one place. After Knight Crowe came over to take a look and felt that there was nothing wrong, these people rushed to the Kendall River on the opposite side of the road.

At this time, the water of the Kendall River is still a little muddy, but it has improved a lot.

At this time, the flow of the river here is already a little more turbulent than in the previous upstream, and the river channel has gradually narrowed a lot. The guards and militiamen walked across the mud-covered cobblestone river beach and came to a place where the water was not so rushing. They took off their boots one after another, and scrubbed the mud-stained boots with their hands.

The guards wear it all day, so they know how to clean it quickly and well. They took wooden brushes with hoops from their carry-on luggage and cleaned the shoes without getting the inside of the boots wet.

After cleaning, they put them on their feet, talked and laughed and walked back.

Most of the militiamen wore such good boots for the first time, so naturally they didn't prepare the corresponding cleaning tools, and they were embarrassed to ask the guards who were higher than them to borrow things, so they had to simply wash the boots with their hands.

But it wasn't too slow, and they finished it soon, and returned to the cleared area just now, sitting together in the same place as the team, talking and resting.

Seeing that his subordinates had returned, Crow Knight asked each team to report the number of people. After confirming that there were not many people, he ignored them and turned around to continue training Kiel.

He didn't do anything very complicated, so he let Keir run around the cleared space at full speed while wearing armor and carrying a weapon.

"How many laps?" Keel confirmed.

Knight Crowe took off the thick helmet of the armor, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Run until the follow-up troops arrive."

"ah?"

"Move!"

"yes!"

Keel had no choice but to obey the order and started running with all his strength.

The ground in the field is still relatively soft. If you just walk around normally, there is no problem. However, under the weight of Keir's body, under running with all his strength, every foot will press the place where the soles of the feet touch tightly. stand up.

The sparse shoots on the ground were directly pressed into the soil, and the beetle that had just poked its head out of the soil due to the vibration was also stepped in by Kiel. After the sole of the foot passed, only the beetle embedded in the ground was angry He waved his limbs in the sky, swinging helplessly and ineffectively.

In some places where there is water on the surface of the ground, when Kiel ran heavily, the places where the soles of his feet stepped would splash a lot of juice. It was obviously mud, but it was like a small puddle.

Kiel ran with a wheezing sound, his whole body jingling.

Every time the long sword moves with the left leg, it will slap on the left thigh. And sometimes it will be rolled together with the thin cloak on the body because of the long raised scabbard.

And the helmet hanging on the right side of the body slapped with the dagger sheath, and every time he took a step, there would be a sound, which was endless.

The guards and militiamen who were resting in the wide open space were all attracted by Kiel's actions. Some people wondered what he was doing, whether Kiel had taken the wrong medicine, or was in a daze.

But seeing the leader of the Crow Knight standing there with his arms folded and staring at Keel, they stopped talking about Keel being stupid, and instead discussed how many laps Keel can run around this approximately circular open space by running with all his strength. ?

The militiamen were just talking, but the richer town guards each took out some copper and iron coins to start a bet, each betting on the number of laps they thought they could run.

They still give Kiel face, no one thinks that Kiel can’t run a lap, most of them have heard of the recently famous Kiel warrior, so some beat four laps, some beat five laps, and some beat eight laps.

The rules are not complicated. The person who wins in the end directly collects all the other people's bets. If there are multiple people betting, after taking away other people's coins, several people will distribute them.

There is no odds, and if there are any extra coins on hand, just put one or two coins with low denominations.

Knight Crowe has keen eyes and ears, so he can clearly see and hear what his subordinates are doing. But he didn't stop it, he just raised the corners of his mouth and showed those guys a nice look.

He has a rough idea of ​​how capable Kire is. But to what extent he can do it, he will try it now.

Soon, Keir was running in an arc, swinging his arms and dragging his tangled cloak.

Knight Crowe waited for Kiel to walk in, and shouted at Kiel who was looking at him: "Huh! Look at you, take off the cloak for me! Don't stop at the same time!"

Keel slapped his head and realized that the headgear he was wearing was in the way. His backpack was naturally hung on the horse's back when he was marching, but the thin cloak that was barely waterproof, windproof and sunshade was always on his body.

When running, he felt that this thing was too in the way.

At this time, after being prompted by Knight Crow, Keel untied the wooden buckle of the cloak on his chest, and rolled the cloak into a ball while running.

Seeing Knight Crowe right on the edge of his path, Keel threw the cloak to the knight.

Knight Crowe chuckled and took the cloak.

It's the second lap.

Keir moved a little slowly this time, which caused a lot of ridicule from the people resting next to him. This made Kiel's face flushed, but the speed actually slowed down, which was intentional by Kiel. Just to save energy and run a few more laps.

Besides, the cloak that got in the way behind him was gone, in fact, he felt a little more relaxed.

However, Knight Crowe was not satisfied. When Kiel came around in a circle from a distance, he yelled at Kiel: "Control your long sword, you don't need to swing your arms, it's useless!"

Only then did Kiel realize that the hilt of his long sword had a special function.

He pressed the hilt of the sword with his left hand and pressed down. The tightly gripped sword hilt really provided him with weak but continuous energy support. Strands of blue light radiated from the hilt of the sword, and were absorbed by the palm of the hand.

Kiel's right hand also fell down, holding down the helmet hanging on his waist, so as not to let this thing collide with the dagger sheath to make disturbing noises.

On the third lap, Keir breathed heavily, and intentionally controlled his footsteps to fall on the places he had stepped on in the previous two laps, so as to relieve the soft discomfort when the soles of his feet landed.

Everyone found that Keir's speed was actually faster than the previous lap.

"Oh oh oh!"

Someone yelled, because soon, the person with the smallest number of laps that beat Keir covered his face with his hands, laughed awkwardly, and lost.

But fortunately, this gamble was just a joke, and no one took it seriously.

It's just that the booing of the people next to him made the guard very embarrassed.

He didn't have to be embarrassed alone, because soon Keir maintained an even speed and strode to the fifth lap.

Amidst the noise of the guards, the guard who was pressing Kiel could only run five laps grabbed a handful of grass and threw it at Kiel casually. The blade of grass flew half a meter and fell down. The other guards with close laps also tightened their faces, staring closely at Keir's figure.

Someone started to cheer up Kiel, Knight Crowe glanced at it and found that it was the guy who had lost the bet. This made him shake his head amusedly.

"Huh, huh, huh, huh." The mud and water droplets on Kiel's feet have been gradually running with him at this time, and the shaken legs and feet have been shaken off.

Kiel didn't realize it, just took a big breath. A lot of sweat was secreted from the scalp, and it was flowing down from the forehead along with the running. Keel shook his head, shaking off the obstructing sweat left and right, and opened his eyes wide to identify the path under his feet.

Round and round.

Gradually, the number of laps that Keir ran has surpassed the one with the highest bet in the game. Soon, the guards looked at each other, and then unnaturally took back the coins they pressed, as if the bet was not worth it. does not exist.

They all went astray.

The militiamen felt that Kiel's performance at this time was not bad, but the guards all knew how heavy the armor would be, and it was a full-face armor that was more complicated than their armor parts and had more parts. Their armor is heavier.

At this time, the large militia unit led by Knight Rumi had already appeared at one end of the road, and the sound of footsteps and talking had already been heard as they walked.

Someone noticed it, stood up and reminded Keel loudly, and it was immediately successful.

The guards and militiamen clamored and cheered for Kiel one after another. Everyone stood up, slap, slap, slap.

The palm clapped twice, and then the left foot fell heavily, making a rhythmic sound.

Keel couldn't hear their encouragement at all.

At this moment, Keir's ears were buzzing, and the sound of blood flow could be heard clearly. His face turned red and white, but his running path was exactly the same as before.

The speed has dropped slightly, but overall it is still running at high speed.

Knight Crowe rubbed his chin, quite satisfied with Kiel's will and physical execution.

Of course, the formal training has not yet started, so what is the point, but it is just a little test of Kiel's level.

Seeing the large troops approaching, he waved to the Rumi knight in the distance, made a few gestures, and then grabbed the place where the weapon was hung on the back of Kiel's armor running past him.

It's quite solid here, and when he mentioned it, Kiel's entire feet were off the ground, but the young Kiel's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he just swung around in the air with big strides, and didn't even realize that his feet had left the ground. ground.

"Wake up! Keel, wake up!"

Jumping up the cloak that was placed next to him, Knight Crowe grabbed the cloak with his other hand and wiped it on Kiel's head. After wiping off a lot of sweat, Kiel seemed to come back to his senses , resentfully caught in the air by Knight Crow with one hand.

He gasped for breath, and after a while, he noticed that the militia troops were gradually approaching the open space.

"How many laps?" Knight Crowe turned his head and asked his subordinates.

Someone immediately reported the data to him: "My lord, twenty-three laps."

"It's amazing, it's almost the distance to run back to Kendall City from here."

"Who said it wasn't?"

Patting Keir's hot face, Knight Crowe said, "Did you hear that? Twenty-three laps. How is it? How does it feel?"

Breathing heavily, Keel wanted to laugh, but he was so tired that he couldn't pull the muscles on his face: "I'm so tired. I feel like I'm going to die. I'm going to die."

Just carrying Kiel like this, Knight Crowe brought Kiel to the side of the horse, and directly sent Kiel to sit on the horse. Then the knight waved at his subordinates: "What are you doing in a daze? The big troops are here, they will rest here, we pioneers, it's time to go! Try to find a place for the team to rest in the evening. Tonight will be directly on the ice. Set up camp under the north gate of Xunguan. Come early and rest early!"

The guards immediately packed up and prepared to go, while the militiamen dawdled and did not want to leave.

But this is beyond their control. When a team of dozens of people set off, they have to keep up, otherwise they will be punished.

-

Knight Rumi rode on a horse, waving at the militia team under him, and the whole body gradually moved from the mud-covered road to the open space cleared for them by the roadside.

The team was neither long nor short, after all, the number of people was not very large.

He looked at the hundreds of militiamen lined up in the open space and issued an order: "Everyone rest in place and don't move around."

Faced with all the militiamen calling for the mud covered boots, he asked the militiamen on the far left of the team to clear their boots by the Kendall River, so as to save energy for the next march.

A team of people went to clean at a time, and the rest rested in place.

At this time, the logistics behind the militia team also shifted from the road to the roadside open space.

Baron Kendall greeted Knight Rumi and got off his horse to eat and rest. The servants who followed him moved the folded delicate wooden chairs for Baron Kendall to sit down and rest. Someone also brought a foldable and unfoldable sunshade painted cloth shed from the logistics donkey cart to shield the baron from the scorching sun at noon in spring.

The weather today is not bad, a change from the rainy days of the previous few days.

"I read that sunny days are the most suitable weather for marching?" Baron Kendall took the iced drink in a can from the attendant and asked Rumi Knight who was still riding on the horse.

"Of course my lord, although the soldiers will feel hotter, this weather is already the best."

"Oh, tell me, what's wrong with the other weather? There are some clouds in the sky, I think it will be better than sunny days."

Beside them, half of the guards and the baron's personal guards were still on their horses, and the other half got off their horses to rest. The donkey carts and carriages in the logistics are also next to each other. The town militiamen who were conscripted to drive the carts untied the donkeys and horses pulling the carts, led them to the haystack beside them, and let the animals eat as they wanted.

The logistics are not as strict as the management of the militiamen. They can walk around beside their respective cars as long as they don't stay away.

The carriages carrying the priests also stopped, and some priests got out of the carriages and walked around. No one cared about their movement, these priests just walked around in the line casually, chatting with everyone who was busy or resting.

Knight Rumi looked around, thought for a while, and replied to his lord: "My lord, there is no cloud in the sky, which means that at least the weather will not change that day, and there is a high probability that there will be no change ~www.readwn.com~ The presence of shaded clouds most likely indicates that the period ahead, including the rest of the day, is likely to be unfavorable.

You know, although it will not rain on cloudy days, it is normal. After a real war, all common sense is unreliable. The cloudy weather may turn into a violent storm at any time due to the ceremony held by the opponent's priest, and a clever mage can use magic to change the weather conditions in a large area within a certain range. Even used to launch an attack. "

"Only sunny days are safe."

Baron Kendall took a sip of his iced drink, and asked curiously, "Are magicians so powerful?" As he spoke, he unconsciously touched the gemstone staff around his waist.

"I just heard that that guy Crow may have contacted him. After all, he participated in the war with neighboring countries a few years ago. At that time, there were rumors that in the demarcated war zone, there was a continuous month of heavy rain. .”

"Huo, the torrential rain for a month is so severe. Let me think about what will happen to the foundation of the building under such circumstances." Mumbling to himself, Baron Kendall lost his mind.

Knight Rumi didn't care either, he knew the lord's situation, and he was usually fine, but when he talked about the places where their family's knowledge touched, the other party would be like this.

He rode to the river and told the militiamen who were washing their boots not to drink the muddy water of the Kendall River.

The spring flood has just passed, and the water sources are not clean except for well water. Drinking casually may cause illness.

Of course, there are chaplains in the ranks, and there is no fear of the soldiers getting sick. But try not to get sick, or don't get sick. After all, compared to using the priests' divine power to cure diseases, he still prefers to use the priests' divine power to save seriously injured soldiers in battle.